Though we are lighter than dust
It matters in which God we trust
If we dare His face
Our cross unlocks grace
And heaven breaks through worldly crust
He put before them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed that a man planted in his field.
Although it is the smallest of all seeds, yet it grows into the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and nest in its branches.”
Matthew 13:31-32
Lord, now that I’ve left Your ocean
I find myself struck by the notion
That salt is the thing that I lack
For which I must always go back
It’s easy to live in the mundane
The mindless repeating of days
Or else risk it all in a campaign
To seize on the world’s latest craze
Searching for THE right question.
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